What Becomes of Crazy Mixed Up Kids Fifty Years On

They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats. I am in part a Protestant, In part I am a Jew, But then I am a Catholic, on off-days an atheist, too. I’m something of a socialist and pay my union dues from well-laundered Mafia funds. Psst! Have you got your share, too? If they’d put me down in Ulster, I’d have blown my brains out with a gun, Just to keep ‘em guessing Which faction in me won. You can call me all the names you like. A Prot, a wop, a yid. In earlier days I used to be a crazy mixed-up kid. And I sure am still baffled by this crazy mixed-up world, and don’t expect enlightenment ere my winding sheet is furled. That is, I'd like to know Before the day I die. Which part of me is all the rest, And which part of me is I?